Heavy bass thrummed through Victor's body, mixing with the alcohol and bringing the whole world into sharp focus. He thought that he'd like to stay like this, right here, forever. To simply be lost in the music, letting it set his soul on fire while his mind followed it to another world. yes, this was heaven.nnHe didn't dance, though. He's never felt comfortable. Despite being handsome, fit and totally in love with music, he'd simply never acquired the taste for it. Sometimes with enough to drink and a good enough DJ, he might get out on the dance floor, but only when he was absolutely sure that he was not going to remember it the next day. Everyone else was doing it, but he was still. well. embarrassed.nnSo instead he hung out near the edge of the dance floor, watching as hot bodies swirled and writhed out in front of him. The air was thick with moisture and smoke, lending a kind of surreal haze that the lights only server to compliment, giving the dancers an ethereal quality. nnThis was not necessarily the way most people would spend the day before Valentine's, but he didn't have the worries right now that a lot of people did. With no girlfriend to speak of, and no pressing desire to find another, he was neither out looking for a last minute gift nor wallowing in self-pity. He was just enjoying the music.nn"Hmm, hey there." A voice, low and smoky and full of promise, floated up out of the noise behind him. With the voice came hands, soft and feminine and placing themselves on his shoulders.nn"Uhhh, hey.